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Fusheng Realm.

Amid the damp, hazy mountains and waters, a solitary pine stood atop a sheer cliff, its canopy spread wide. Pine needles pattered down like rain, striking the black-and-white chessboard.

The crisp scent of pine drifted like smoke, and its cool air refreshed the lungs, yet the atmosphere on the lonely cliff was rigid and solemn, almost frozen.

"Old" held a black stone, his hand frozen motionless in midair.

Figures crowded around him.

The many Mahayana cultivators, all dressed differently, wore solemn expressions. None had any desire to speak; every eye was fixed on the chess game before them.

Among the crisscrossing black and white lines, the luminous stones sat quietly in place.

Suddenly, "Tiaozhou" of Jiuyi Mountain spoke. "The game has stabilized."

"Jianshu" of the Liulan Dynasty nodded in agreement. "'Calamity' hasn't run into trouble so far."

"Fu Qiong" of Chongming Sect said coolly, "Pei Ling obtained his path to immortality from You Su Fen."

"The karma between 'Calamity' and Pei Ling runs deep."

"Calamity" may well have survived because he encountered Pei Ling.

"Zhendu" of the Innate Religion glanced around. His white robes fluttered, and the jewel on his brow gleamed in unison with his eyes. Handsome and strangely bewitching, he spoke aloud, "There are no outsiders here now."

"We no longer need to hide our words from one another."

"Less than three days into this game, so many Mahayana cultivators have already fallen!"

"And that's with Pei Ling, an eighty-one-tribulation cultivator, serving as the lure for the path to immortality."

"If the lure had been an ordinary cultivator, the game would have failed long ago!"

"The game's fortune may be more than just 'great misfortune'!"

At this, all the Mahayana cultivators fell silent.

There was no denying that something was wrong with this chess game!

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